Marry the Don

Chapter 8

I was so fucked in the head.

I opened my eyes again and looked down at my body as he settled on his stomach with his head right above my exposed vagina.

I’d never admit it, but with his face so close to it, I was glad my mother had forced me to get waxed a few days ago.

“What are you-?” I asked and froze as he locked eyes with me and lowered his mouth to my wet center. “Oh my God!” I gasped when he ran the flat of his tongue up the length of me and ended with a twirl of it around my clit. He tilted his head and kept his eyes locked on mine.

“ Sweet, sweet cunt, Arianna.” He growled before lowering his lips to me again. This time he sucked in like he was slurping liquid off a spoon and I saw stars in my vision and fell back onto my

pillow.

This wasn’t right.

He wasn’t supposed to do this.

My mother said the man would come in, lay on top of me, break through my hymen, and then be done. She insisted that it wasn’t sex because he wouldn’t thrust or finish. He would simply push himself into me to break the barrier for my future husband.

But this.

This felt so much more personal.

“You can’t-” I panted, staring at the ceiling as he gently shook his head back and forth with my clit sucked into his mouth, stimulating every centimeter of my vagina with his thick stubbled jaw. “You’re not-.” I broke off again and covered my mouth with the back of my hand when he let my clit go with a pop before he pushed his tongue into me and hummed, “Fuck!” I hissed and he chuckled.

Chuckled!

“You’re so sweet,” he said with that thick gravel in his voice that vibrated his chest against my thighs. “And innocent.” He flicked my clit again. “Hearing the word fuck fall from your lips is intriguing to me.”

“This is wrong,” I cried, but before the words were even out of my lips, I rocked my hips forward against his face like a slut and moaned into my fist when he sucked on my clit again. “It’s cheating or something!” Ipanted.

“Cheating on a man you’ve never met, who couldn’t even be bothered to join you at the dinner table tonight?” He asked and then he ran the pads of his fingers against my outer lips before gently pushing one into me, stopping when we both felt the resistance an inch or two in. “It’s not cheating. It’s tradition,” he said, but the way he spoke the last word, was like he hated it as much as I did.

But that couldn’t be right.

He was the priest for fucks sake.

“I want you to come, so you’ll be relaxed when I fuck you,” he demanded and I gasped at his crude words. He sucked on my clit again and then rocked me back and forth onto his face like I was riding a horse and within seconds I was cresting over the edge of my first-ever assisted orgasm. Were my parents down the hall while I enjoyed this torture? Could they hear my moans?

I was so ashamed of myself and of them for even making me do this. But that didn’t stop the pleasure.

“Oh my God,” I hissed and arched my back until only my hips and my scalp touched the bed as he pushed me through it and into a spontaneous second orgasm. “ Stop,” I cried, pushing at his face, “Please, it’s too much,” I begged, he popped my clit again and then slid off the bed, leaving me in a puddle of wetness and pleasure.

I watched him get to his feet and stare down at me, confused as to why he was stopping if he hadn’t even done what he came to do. But then he reached up and slid the top button of his shirt free before moving down and undoing them all, and then pulled it free of his slacks.

His jaw glistened in the low light from my orgasms, and I watched in silent euphoria as he stripped his body right in front of me.

Good God, he was magnificent.

The darkness on his arms was ink, and it didn’t stop there. Black swirls and words covered every inch of his upper body, across his chest and stomach, and under the fabric of his waistline.

I pressed my knees together as he loosened his belt and undid the button of his slacks revealing the bare skin beneath.

Commando.

“Why are you getting naked?” I whispered in fear and trepidation.

He smirked that same predatory snarl at me and pushed his pants down, revealing the biggest dick I’d ever seen before.

And while I had never seen one in person, I’d watched more than a few videos online to know that he was larger than most.

Even bigger than the paid actors.

“Would you rather I stay clothed when I take your virginity?” He asked, kicking off his shoes and pants to stand naked at the end of the bed. He ran his hand over his abs, rubbing his stomach before pushing it lower to grab onto his erection, and slowly stroked it while I watched.

I groaned, closing my eyes and covering them with my hands for good measure as he crawled back up the bed, pushing his thigh between mine until his large body lay cradled against mine.

It was too intimate like this, naked and touching from toes to sternums.

“Look at me, Arianna,” he commanded and I obeyed, dropping my hands to my chest in fists because I couldn’t fight my body’s instant reaction to him. His green eyes glowed right above mine and I licked my lips in apprehension, and he tracked the movement. “I want you to look at me, the entire time.”

“Okay,” I whispered.